Wu Kuohai, the elder of the Evil Blood Demon Sect, chuckled and shook his head: "Elder Jiang, don't be so angry.
Didn’t we hear that a disciple of your sect defected and accidentally injured Elder Jiang, so we want to help your sect! "
"You..." Jiang Muyun's expression changed. Picking up his scar like this was no less than a direct insult to him.
Liu Yanghong patted Jiang Muyun on the shoulder, asking him to calm down first, and said: "No need, I just want to catch a traitor, so I won't trouble your sect."
Wu Kuohai said: "Furthermore, it seems that this boy is practicing the skills of my Blood-Destroying Demon Sect, and it is also said that this boy is the secret agent of our Demon Sect to infiltrate the noble sect. I said that this has never happened. It must be something to do." Figured it out.”
Liu Yanghong was helpless and turned to look at the other flying boat: "Does Elder Han also want to participate?"
"That's wrong."
Han Jingcong, the elder of Leixiao Pavilion, said: "You and our sect have always been on good terms. This time, why don't you bother a few elders to take action on this trivial matter of your sect? Just let the young people of my sect take action to solve it."
"Hmph!" Liu Yanghong snorted coldly in his heart, saying these words, are you lying?
On the surface, the relationship between the two families was fine, but behind the scenes there was not a lot of fighting.
On the other flying boat, Yun Yanhua, the elder of the Red Lian Sect, smiled and said: "I am somewhat interested in that boy. Such exciting things have to be done."
Seeing that he couldn't get rid of these people, Song Yinian said helplessly: "Let's find Yang Jungui first!"
Several flying boats flew across the sky, heading straight for the vast mountains and forests.
Between the wilderness.
Yang Jungui looked at the four flying boats approaching at great speed in the distance. Each flying boat had the logo of its respective sect, and his heart sank.
"Except for the Xuanyin Sect of the five top sects who didn't come, the remaining four sects are all here!"
"Three elders were dispatched in succession, they really think highly of me."
The flying boat has a flying speed that is comparable to that of a warrior in the Tianshan realm, and is simply unmatched by the speed of a blue-feathered eagle.
Soon, Yiying Feizhou stopped in front.
Song Yinian said sternly: "Yang Jungui, do you know your guilt?"
Yang Jungui smiled and asked, "What crime am I guilty of?"
"Sure enough, I went astray, and now I don't even have a trace of regret."
Liu Yanghong said sternly: "The sect treats you badly. Not only do you not know how to repay your kindness, but you are ungrateful and betrayed the sect."
"How many of your fellow disciples have died at your hands, and how many killings have been caused along the way. I think your demonic nature has deepened."
"Hahaha" Yang Jungui laughed loudly: "After I keep talking about betraying the clan, then I can be considered a traitor!"
However, his laughter seemed so sad. He looked at Liu Yanghong with cold eyes and asked: "Is it only allowed that others have the intention of hurting me, and I can only wait to be killed?"
"Hmph!" Liu Yanghong snorted coldly: "You can dethrone your demonic skills and return to the sect to accept the crime, and you can still get a lighter sentence."
"How can I survive if I go back to the sect with you?" Yang Jungui looked up at the sky, not expecting any answer: "I only know that my destiny is in my own hands."
"Either die here or escape today."
"Hahaha!" Wu Kuohai chuckled. He couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or sarcasm: "You have such great ambitions. You can control your own destiny. Even warriors at the peak level may not be able to do that."
"You are still young after all!"
Jiang Muyun couldn't wait for a long time, and said in a cold voice: "Since you are so stubborn, I might as well take your body back."
"Elder Muyun, don't worry." Han Jingcong suddenly stopped Jiang Muyun and signaled to Pei Wenhui with his eyes.
Pei Wenhui jumped up from the flying boat: "Yang Jungui, it has been two years since our last fight. I have been looking forward to fighting you again."
"I didn't expect to meet again in such a scene."
Pei Wenhui's eyes were as bright as lightning: "After today, I'm afraid there will never be another chance to fight."
"At this moment, I want to test your sword edge again and subjugate you to my thunder method."
As he spoke, spiritual energy rolled around his body, and wisps of electric light appeared on his body surface.
Yang Jungui looked indifferent: "Then it depends on how sharp you are against my sword."
The robes around him moved without any wind, and the whole person was like an unsheathed sword.
On the other side, Jiang Muyun stared at Han Jingcong who stopped him and asked angrily: "Han Jingcong, what do you want to do?"
"Elder Jiang, calm down." Han Jingcong said softly: "I'm just a disciple. It's not worth such a big fight. Just let the younger generation solve it for you."
Liu Yanghong also became a little angry, and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure to interfere with my Jianmen affairs today?"
Han Jing never answered. Instead, he looked at Wu Kuohai and Yun Yanhua and asked with a smile: "Two elders, what do you think?"
"It's rare that a few young people are standing here today. How about we old guys just watch with peace of mind?"
An evil smile appeared on Wu Kuohai's lips: "If Elder Jiang can't hold it in anymore, the two of us can also have a discussion."
"You have repeatedly obstructed my Sword Sect affairs. I think this son's rebellion against the sect has something to do with your Blood Demon Sect."
Jiang Muyun completely exploded, with sword energy rising all over his body: "Since you don't want to retreat, then let's stay together!"
The clouds and mist within a few feet were dispersed, and a torrent of sword energy penetrated the sea of clouds.
"Aren't you afraid?" Wu Kuohai shouted coldly, the bloody aura filled his body, and he swatted away with his palm.
At the same time, he sent a message to Yin Likuang: "It would be best if we can kill this son with all our strength."
"Jianmen's treason died at the hands of my Demon Sect disciples. If word spreads, Jianmen's face will be greatly disgraced."
Above the sea of clouds, two Tianshan realm warriors had a fierce confrontation.
Liu Yanghong frowned and looked at another flying boat with a crimson blood river engraved all over its body and countless ghosts struggling on it.
Yun Yanhua, the elder of Chilian Sect, looks like a beautiful woman in her thirties.
Although she has a smile on her face, she is not something anyone can look down upon. "I wonder if Elder Liu is willing to stay here and watch? Or does he also want to compete with me?"
"That's all!" Without waiting for a reply, she continued: "The last fight was too hasty. Let me see how far your swordsmanship has gone this time."
Yun Yanhua smiled sweetly, her clothes fluttered, and blood and fire ignited between her palms.
Not only was there no trace of the woman's elegance in the attack, but it was fierce and strange, full of aggression.
Han Jing gathered some energy around him, smiled and said, "Elder Song, I got a jug of good wine here not long ago. I would like to ask the elder to taste it today. Is it okay?"
"That's fine." Song Yinian pondered and flew into another flying boat.
On the surface, the two are calm, but secretly they are turbulent, and they are in a confrontation.
Among the five top sects in Qingzhou, although the three sects of Jianmen, Leixiao Pavilion, and Xuanyin Sect jointly suppressed the two major demon sects, the Evil Blood Demon Sect and the Chilian Sect.
However, there are also conflicts between various sects.
Yin Li jumped off the flying boat, his dark red hair flying, and his eyes occasionally flashed scarlet light.
He stared at Yang Jungui and said coldly: "Where does the magic power you practice come from?"
Yang Jungui said bluntly: "What does it have to do with you?"
"If my guess is correct, you should be practicing the skills of my Blood-Destroying Demon Sect."
"My brother Yin Lichen suddenly disappeared a few days ago. Although there is no evidence to prove it, I know that he is probably in danger."
"He just happens to have the magic power "Blood Demon Art" in his body." Yin Likuang's voice was a little low: "If I guessed correctly, you got your magic power from him, right?"
On the surface, those in the Qingzhou Jianghu are not allowed to practice those demonic arts that lead to bloody killings, but in fact, they are not completely prohibited in private.
"So what if I killed him?"
Yang Jungui replied calmly: "He practiced this magic skill and massacred several villages. He deserves to die."
Yin Li sneered wildly, with a sarcastic arc on his lips: "You haven't practiced? Aren't you a member of the devil's path now?"
"Although I practice the Blood Demon Technique, those who perform this technique are my enemies and have never harmed innocent people."
"I have a clear conscience."
Yang Jungui felt no guilt in his heart: "It's useless to talk more. If you want to fight, then fight."
Yin Li's eyes were cold: "Although I have always looked down upon this cousin, he is my cousin after all."
"If you kill him, then you should be buried with him!"
boom!
The evil spirit of blood permeated the air, and you could feel a burning sensation of blood when you breathed.
"He is my opponent." Pei Wenhui became anxious. Electric arcs flashed on his fists. He blocked Yin Likuang with one hand and attacked Yang Jungui with the other.
"How can I be spared such a thing!"
Fang Zhilan's red dress was floating, and her energy was no weaker than that of the others.
There was a dark red mist between her palms, and the sound of ghostly cries could be faintly heard from it, which was soul-stirring.
Boom boom boom!
The four of them were going back and forth, and they were fighting in an instant.
There is silvery white light blooming, and the fist style is fierce and unshakable.
There was blood in the air, and the atmosphere of terror and evil swept across the entire place.
There is the sound of ghosts crying and soul-stirring, which makes people feel shaken.
There were also thunders and thunderbolts, the sound was deafening.
Yang Jungui used his left palm to push hard, and punched Yin Li's crazy fist wind away.
The sinister power of blood tried to corrode his meridians, but was instantly consumed by the sharp spiritual power.
His right hand clenched into a fist, and the punch made a dull sound of breaking wind, followed by another "bang" sound, and collided with a thunderous fist.
The two collided hard and each took a few steps back.
While retreating, Yang Jungui bent his arms into elbows to block Fang Zhilan's attack from behind.
The next moment, his arms opened up and were drawn out like long whips.
In a short period of time, he had a head-on collision with three people.
The spiritual power in the meridians in the body made a rushing sound, and Yang Jungui's heart inevitably surged with fighting spirit at this time.
Anyone present who is not a genius will have at least eight springs in his body.
Those who practice are all top-notch Suppression Techniques. The richness and purity of their spiritual power far exceed those of the same level, and there is no shortage of powerful combat techniques.
It can be said that they are already at the pinnacle of the young generation in Qingzhou.
Each is facing an opponent in chess and wants to defeat the other.
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